texus23

Author: ekrishnachaitanya2004

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+author: Krishna Chaitanya
+pubDatetime: 2023-04-29T07:18:34
+title: A Red Band, A Green Dress, and A Thousand What-Ifs - Texus-2k23
+slug: Texus23
+featured: false
+draft: false
+tags:
+  - KHC
+  - texus23
+  - harshi
+  - srm
+  - vivitha
+  - sruthi
+description:
+    I made a stupid mistake—I deactivated my Snapchat and Instagram, and just like that, I missed everything. The event was over, but regret hit hard. I searched like crazy, slowed down a 43-minute video to 0.25x, trying to find even a glimpse of her. A red band, a green dress, a blurry frame—was it her? I’ll never know for sure. But one thing’s certain:- she was there, living the moment, while I was stuck chasing a memory I never even had.
+---
+It all started with a stupid mistake.
+
+I deactivated my Snapchat and Instagram. Just like that. No second thought. And because of that, I missed everything.
+
+Then, out of nowhere, I saw a random post about Texus 23—that event at SRM Ramapuram on April 21st and 22nd. Just another college fest. Nothing special. Until I realized something.
+
+I hadn’t seen her stories. Not a single post. No snaps. Nothing.
+
+And then it hit me.
+
+I missed it. I missed her.
+
+The regret started kicking in. And you know how I get when I start overthinking. I had to know.
+
+So, I started digging. Everywhere. SRM event pages, random posts, YouTube videos. I scrolled like a lunatic. And then—I found it.
+
+A 43-minute-long YouTube video from the event.
+
+<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xpL_OubbPuc?start=22" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
+
+The resolution? Just HD. Not even crisp. But at that moment, it was everything.
+
+So what did I do? I slowed it down. 0.25x speed. Frame by frame. Searching for her like a detective.
+
+At first? Nothing. Just random people, loud music, flashy lights. Useless.
+
+Then—Vivitha.
+
+Then another girl—Shruthi, I think? The one in the red dress.
+
+That was my first clue. And then another familiar face. My heart started racing.
+
+<p align="center">
+  <img src="https://github.com/Krishna-s-Time-Machine/Krishna-Site-Doc/blob/main/29APR2023/Screenshot%202023-04-29%20at%209.55.24%E2%80%AFPM.png?raw=true" width="30%" />
+  <img src="https://github.com/Krishna-s-Time-Machine/Krishna-Site-Doc/blob/main/29APR2023/Screenshot%202023-04-29%20at%209.56.11%E2%80%AFPM.png?raw=true" width="30%" />
+  <img src="https://github.com/Krishna-s-Time-Machine/Krishna-Site-Doc/blob/main/29APR2023/Screenshot%202023-04-29%20at%209.56.53%E2%80%AFPM.png?raw=true" width="30%" />
+</p>
+
+Was she there?
+
+And then, in the crowd—I saw a girl in a green dress.
+
+Could it be her?
+
+I wasn’t sure. The video was too blurry. But then, I noticed one thing.
+
+A red band on a hand.
+
+That was it. The only thing I had.
+
+I kept watching. Over and over. Pause, play, rewind. I must’ve watched that video a hundred times. Desperately trying to confirm.
+
+And then—her twin friends. Dancing.
+
+She had to be there. She had to.
+
+But I never saw her clearly. Never got that one perfect frame. Just hints. Shadows. Blurry glimpses.
+
+And the funny thing? The event itself was trash.
+
+It looked like some school function. Nothing grand. Just random people standing around. And the weirdest part?
+
+They were dancing to The Weeknd’s “Die for You.”
+
+Like, seriously? Who even dances to that?
+
+But none of that mattered.
+
+She was there. She enjoyed it. She lived that moment.
+
+And me?
+
+I was sitting alone. Watching a blurry video in slow motion.
+
+Trying to relive a moment I was never even in.